Revealed
four years ago as a cover for Playboy, American Dita von Teese became
the whooping-cough of the world of the mode, launched by Jean Paul
Gaultier. Her performance, in a giant glass of champagne, will have
marked the spirits at the time of the organized festival six months ago
with the Petit Palais to celebrate the opening of the Louis Vuitton
shop. And one does not count any more the magazines which request it
for series of photographs drawing started from its mixture from glamour
and sensuality another age, per hour when a number of signal models
evoke a hen bubble. Dita von Teese, it is driven back a little of an
industry passed in a few years of the dream haute couture to the
pragmatism of basic and the cool one desexualized.
Born in Michigan, Dita dreamed to become prima ballerina, was
fascinated by the showgirls of Broadway and the musicals of Fox or the
MGM, Betty Grable at the head. To pay its higher education in history
of the costume, she works in shops of linen room before taking her
first steps in clubs of striptease of Los Angeles, where she is
characterized by the limits which it is essential : not the integral
one and even less “show deprived” in cabin with the customers.
From now on wife of the singer Marilyn Manson, Dita von Teese saw these
last months her celebrity reaching a new stage, but had not occurred
yet elsewhere than in evenings of the fashion week. Until yesterday
evening, where it inaugurated the first of a series of five evenings in
Crazy Horse, offering its number entitled the Bath and participant in
some tables of charged with electricity re-examined.
One will think once more of fire Alain Bernardin, creator of the club,
and with this extraordinary scene of his film, Crazy Horse, left in
1978, in which it acknowledged, in one seizing its passion, heartfelt
cry for the “attic window”, this small space between the thighs and the
buttocks, like a vagina of air and velvet, “forged by the finger of
God".